AN: I would like to say a big thank you for my lovely reviews, I am so glad I've gotten back into this fan fiction. To answer some questions, Yes I will be doing season four.
The Fact I have been planning season four before I even finished season two, I am happy that I can make you people happy with my writing, I am hoping to update at least once a week...

Chapter ten

Staring out the window with a blank expression, another new day was dawning. I felt my hands brush down my thighs while looking to the sun slowly making its way into the sky; I kept watching trying to think if this was the final day. My focus was on the horizon, each colour mixing and changing. I felt as if I could relate, I knew what it was like to change so much. "Hey," Lincoln's husky voice broke the silence in my head, I kept looking out the window, and I could hear him getting from the bed, feeling his fingers rubbing against my shoulders. "How long have you been awake?" He asked softly, his hands still rubbing the tension away.

"Not too long," I slowly turned my face to meet his, "I can't get much sleep," I added while carefully pulling my attention back to the glass.

Lincoln's lips brushed the top of my head, "I noticed," he replied, but then I never knew if he really slept, I knew most of the nights he'd just hold onto me, to comfort me, maybe just to comfort himself. I only knew that I had so much to do today, Lincoln had a lot too. I just hoped for everyone's sake it wouldn't end with us all dead.

For a few minutes, there was silence again, Lincoln's hands rubbing carefully, my attention out the window, and it was peaceful for them few minutes. "I have something I need to do alone today." I finally said.

"What are you doing?" Lincoln asked, but I knew it wasn't going to be easy for me; I was never the best liar when it came to Lincoln.

So I inhaled, "Just girl stuff," I knew one way to always divert a man's attention, was to use terms as 'girl stuff' but I glanced over his reflection in the window, his face focused on me.

His hands stopped rubbing, "Everything okay?"

"Yes, everything," I paused, "Why have you got that face?"

"What girl stuff are you doing?" He asked quickly.

I turned getting up from the chair I was sitting on, my eyes studying him, while he studied me. "Just girl," I swallowed a dry lump, "Stuff."

"You don't think you might be?"

"No!" I tried hard not to laugh, but it was harder to just keep myself calm, "Why would you even," I shook my head, "No, Lincoln, just no."

He let out a sigh of relief, "Well, its just wouldn't be the best time…"

"And it would be impossible since I've got an implant." I raised my arm pointing, then letting it drop.

Lincoln face scrunched up, "When did you get that?"

"About two years ago," I rolled my eyes, "Come on Lincoln be serious." I laughed watching his face fall.

He got to his feet, "Sorry," He brushed a hand over my cheek, "Keep forgetting you had a life before all this."

"Yes, but trust me, I wasn't going around humping every man in sight," I inhaled sharply, "It was more about female issues, as the one I need to deal with soon." I lightened the tone of my voice.

Lincoln laughed, "Yea, well I got to see Michael, get the plan rolling, we've got a lot to do today." He brushed his hand into my hair, "You sure you're okay?"

I placed my hand over his, "I am fine. You just do what you have to, don't worry about me." I lightly kissed him and then picking up clothes. I headed for the bathroom to quickly shower and get ready to do something I knew I would regret later.

Stepping around the market place, I had no idea where I was heading. I knew if I asked Fernando about where he brought his gun, he'd tell Lincoln. I had to make sure there was going to be no possibly way of this getting back to me, I couldn't lie and say I wasn't scared. I was terrified of lying, but for Michael I could never say no to him.

I kept walking, but feeling that feeling, the one where you know you're being watched, but you just don't know where from.
So I kept walking, every now and then stopping to look at what was on a stall, my eyes shifting around to try and see who was watching me. I playfully ran my hand into my hair before turning to be face to face with her.

"So, what is the lovely Lillian Carlin doing here?" Gretchen's icy stare was making my stomach start to knot.

My hands holding firmly onto my purse, "Why are you to follow me?" I asked quickly while my eyes kept searching around myself for possible exit strategies.

Gretchen smiled, it wasn't much of a smile as it was a smirk, "I thought us girls could catch up, let me know the gossip." Her eyes kept locked on my face, so I knew she was onto me.

"Gossip," I tried to keep a calm exterior, "What about?" My hands relaxing, I still kept a look out, I was feeling the sun beating down on my shoulder, my head starting to feel it more.

Gretchen's hand reached out brushing some of my hair behind my ear, "Well, it seems to me, you're more likely to have more brains that Sucre and Lincoln put together," her hand still brushing again my hair, "So I was thinking, maybe," her index finger pointed up, "Just maybe you can get them focused on the escape, and not trying to kill me." Her voice darkened, "Also I'd like if you keep Sofia, as far away from this as possible, or it won't end nicely for her."

I rested my hand on my hip now, rocking it carefully to be giving her my 'bitch please' facial expression, "What makes you think she'll listen to me, plus she's permanently attaching herself to my boyfriend!" I felt the words slip out beyond my control, but I could tell that Gretchen caught onto it too.

Her hand moved over to my arm, her smile a little too sickly to be pleasant, "Well, we both have something in common," Her voice cool, "You keep control of the boys, and I'll make sure that Sofia is no where near Lincoln." Her face looking sinister, I couldn't force myself to look away.

"And what would that be?" I asked, I could feel the need to know, but the other need to have Sofia far away from Lincoln was stronger that I could fight it off.

Gretchen tilted her head to one side, "Well, I'll need her for persuading Whistler to move quicker," Her voice smooth, I kept still feeling a growing guilt, but I wasn't going to openly admit it.

I just nod, "Fine, but if you don't mind, haven't you got better things to be doing now?" As much as I hoped she'd leave me alone, I only wondered more if she had someone following me.

Gretchen held her hands up, her face lightened with a switch, "Well, have fun shopping." Turning around she started to walk away, but quickly turned, "But I find it so cute how Lincoln is with Sofia…" she chuckled before walking out of my sight.

I curse under my breath, I wasn't the only one seeing it, making my paranoia even worse at this stage.

Listening to the man ramble on about gun types and ammo, I kept mildly listening. I didn't think Michael gave much thought to what type of gun, as long as it was easy to conceal, fire and get the job done. The man spoke quickly in Spanish, but what was I expecting from a country which main language what just that. I found it easier for him to not be speaking English. Having my brain having to focus on keeping up with him, it didn't give my brain much chance to dwell on Gretchen's departing worlds.

It was like a balloon had slowly started to blow up in my stomach, pushing everything, making it hard to be emotional, but I just couldn't pretend that she was wrong.

When he'd finished with his rambling, I glanced over the glass cabinet, most of what he'd said wasn't much sense to me, I had never brought a gun before in my life, not including a water pistol. I paid for it quickly, when it hit the bottom of my purse was when I felt it.
I'd brought a gun for Michael and I am going to lie to Lincoln about it.

It was all I could think about on the walk back to the hotel, a gun in my purse, the lie I had to make up, the feeling of thinking what Lincoln was doing right now with Sofia. Every single beat of my heart going with the sound of my shoes, the plan getting closer to an end, my eyes welling up while thinking what I was going to do when it was all over, the image of Sofia and Lincoln laughing together making my throat burn with tension.

The images that my mind would make up, the feeling of how hurt I was when I found out about what Lincoln did with Lisa.
I stopped in my tracks; I felt my heart pounding hard, the feeling of the heat burning down on my hair. I finally started walking towards the hotel bar.

Sitting with my hand brushing into my hair, I felt my stomach had knotting once again, "Can I get you drink?" The waiters accent was thick, his English poor, but I couldn't be rude as I thought it over.

I glanced over the drink menu, "Whiskey sour, straight." I watch him leave; I reached for my purse pulling it closer. I didn't think many people would know, but the beat of my heart and knowing I was carrying a gun made everything worse.

"Lily," Fernando called from one end of the bar, it wasn't long before he'd joined me. His deep brown eyes focused on me, "We've got a problem."

"The bomb, Gretchen knew," I now glanced to his pocket, "And you brought it back here with you." I exhaled trying to keep my cool.

Fernando moved carefully on his chair, "Well I couldn't really leave it," He exhaled, "So what is Linc doing?"

"What he does best…" I replied watching the waiter bringing my drink over, I reached into my purse, avoid touching or looking at the gun. "Smoke?" I held the box out to him.

Fernando politely refused, but face falling I could tell what he was going to ask next. "Have you and Lincoln fallen out?"

I lit the end of the cigarette, part of me shrugged, while the other half of me kept still, "No, just Lincoln doing what Lincoln does best," I knew I sounded harsh, but I didn't car smoking, the waiter bringing my drink over. "I don't know what he's doing, but I have big money on that he's with her."

Fernando moved awkward on his chair, he quickly ordered a beer, "Are you always this untrusting?"

Taking a sip of my drink, I thought over my past, the many things I've done and things that have been done to me. My eyes meeting Fernando's again trying with everything to not give anything away, "Not always, but it's taken a lot of people, all of them have equally added up to me not trusting people, and unfortunately Lincoln's one of them people." My voice kept neutral when inside I hated to say it out loud.

Fernando carefully moved from the chair he sat to the sofa beside me, his hand touching my face, I could tell he didn't believe my tone, "You know, people make mistakes Mami, but they make up for them in time…" He brushed a piece of my hair behind my ear, my eyes locked onto his.

"Well, maybe some people, as good as their intentions are, are doomed to keep making the same mistakes." I lifted my glass, I didn't want to believe my words, but as the facts kept piling up, my head couldn't stop the drifting away with my paranoid thoughts.